Rebirth of the Beast World: I am the favorite of the boss

Madam Yue put away her earlier expression and smiled, "What? Mother is not allowed to come here to see you?"

"No..." Mo Zhixing was silent for a while, and said: "If mother wants to see me, just let the servant girl tell me, my side is far away from yours, not to mention there is a loose step, if mother falls down, the child will feel distressed."

"You." Madam Yue looked at him dotingly, "I just saw that the sun has risen so high today, and you haven't woken up yet, so I came here to take a look. You are not feeling well."

"It's just that I came back late yesterday and went to bed late."

"It seems that mother came at the wrong time, I should let you sleep for a while."

"Nothing, just enough sleep."

Mrs. Yue told Mo Zhixing to take a good rest, so she left with the maid.

Mo Zhixing heaved a sigh of relief, he lifted the quilt, Zhao Yixiu came up, and said adoringly, "Young Master, what kind of cultivation did you do? How can you heal the wound so quickly?"

"wound healing?!"

Mo Zhixing looked at Zhongjian's left shoulder. The honey-colored skin was smooth, and there was no trace of a wound.

Mo Zhixing was stunned.

Among the orcs, very few people will receive the gift of the beast god and obtain divine power.

Mo Zhixing was lucky enough to get some supernatural power. He could control the changes of plants three times a day, but his supernatural power was very weak. He could only control ten trees at a time, make trees move, or control twenty flowers to bloom.

This bit of divine power can't help Mo Zhixing become stronger, but getting the gift of the beast god is enough to make the orcs envious.

But his supernatural power cannot heal the wound, and the healing speed is still so fast in just one night.

"The doctor told Madam about your injury, so Madam came to see you." Zhao Yixiu said, "I didn't tell Madam about your injury."

Mo Zhixing untied the blood-stained bandage.

This bloody bandage explained well that Mo Zhixing was indeed injured last night. Even if the wound healed, Madam Yue would definitely know about it, but she didn't say it clearly, it was because of Madam Yue's intelligence.

Although the head of the Mo Family is Mrs. Yue, Mo Zhixing is actually in power.

Mo Zhixing didn't let the doctor and Zhao Yixiu tell her about the injury, and Madam Yue didn't want them to be punished by Mo Zhixing because of him.Therefore, it was not clearly stated that it was to see his arrow wound.

Mo Zhixing handed the blood-stained bandage to Zhao Yixiu, "Mum knows it when she knows it. When she sees the injury is healed, she won't worry anymore. Take a day off today and leave the patrol to the soldiers. Come to me if you have anything to do."

"Yes!" Zhao Yixiu went out with a bandage, saw Chu Changfeng sleeping soundly next to the pillow, and asked, "Why is Chu Changfeng still sleeping?"

"Maybe I'm tired."

Why does this sentence sound a bit strange?

"Master, why did you tire him out?"

"Didn't it rain last night?"

"Ah, yes!" Zhao Yixiu came to his senses, "Master, you had new injuries and old injuries last night, and it must have been raining and you couldn't sleep well."

"The kitten sleeps lightly. I guess I disturbed him last night. Let him sleep again."

Zhao Yixiu nodded in understanding.

After Mo Zhixing changed his clothes, he saw that he picked up the handkerchief next to the pillow. In addition to the smell of Chu Changfeng, there was also a pleasant scent of flowers on the handkerchief.

Sniffing carefully, this fragrance of flowers is also present on Chu Changfeng.

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Three poles in the sun.

Wei Shurong came to Mo Zhixing's dormitory to look for someone, "Changfeng, are you there?"

"he is."

"Master."

There was a pillow on the table, and on the pillow lay Chu Changfeng, who was sleeping soundly, while Mo Zhixing, who had nothing to do, gently stroked Chu Changfeng's soft belly.

"Looking for Chu Changfeng?" Mo Zhixing asked.

Wei Shurong nodded.

Mo Zhixing said: "I've been trying my best to wake up this snoozing cat for you since just now, but he just can't wake up."

Eldest young master, don't you know that a cat will sleep more soundly if it is touched comfortably.

Look at the gentle way of stroking the cat. No matter how you look at it, you are coaxing him to sleep, not waking him up.

"Young master, why don't you let me wake Changfeng up?" Wei Shurong asked.

Mo Zhixing raised his eyebrows, "Shu Rong, this is my cat."

"I know."

"My cat is supposed to wake me up, right?"

"Correct."

The problem is, you don't look like you want to wake him up!

At this moment, Chu Changfeng who heard the voice slowly opened his eyes, looked at the two people in front of him, and yawned greatly.

Wei Shurong was afraid that he would fall asleep again, so he hurriedly said, "Changfeng, are you awake?!"

Chu Changfeng put on a comfortable posture and looked at Wei Shurong puzzled.

Wei Shurong said: "We have to go to the account books. There are not many account books left. If we work harder, we can finish the calculation tomorrow."

Chu Changfeng nodded, looked sideways at Mo Zhixing, and asked with his eyes: Is your injury okay?

"Is the kitten caring about me again?"

Out of concern for the employer?

Chu Changfeng looked at him with contempt.

Mo Zhixing said: "It seems that a kitten took care of me last night, so the injury has healed."

Stop bragging, how can such a deep wound heal so quickly?

Chu Changfeng didn't want to talk to the boastful Mo Zhixing, so he jumped off the table and walked to Wei Shurong's side.

Seeing him coming, Wei Shurong was overjoyed, "Go, let's settle the score!"

One person and one cat walked forward, and Mo Zhixing followed behind.

Wei Shurong asked: "Master, don't you need to go on patrol today?"

"Rest today."

Two people and one cat came to the study.

As soon as Wei Shurong and Chu Changfeng entered the study and picked up the account books, they began to plan ruthlessly. Seeing that they were working so hard, Mo Zhixing didn't bother, moved a chair, and read a book seriously.

Each other is busy with their own affairs, and no one bothers anyone.

Suddenly, when Mo Zhixing turned the pages of the book, a light mark was drawn on the page, and blood burst out.

If this small injury was normal, Mo Zhixing would not take it to heart at all, but an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

He put down the book and walked to Chu Changfeng, and put the scratched finger in front of Chu Changfeng, "Little cat, I'm hurt."

Brother, what is this wound called an injury?

Chu Changfeng looked up at him contemptuously.

Mo Zhixing smiled brightly, "Little cat, treat me."

Are you embarrassing a cat?

Nothing, how to treat you?

Chu Changfeng looked at Mo Zhixing with an expression of "Are you mentally retarded?"

Mo Zhixing didn't feel that he was wrong at all, and he didn't move his hand away. Chu Changfeng sighed helplessly, jumped onto Mo Zhixing's chest, and took out the handkerchief from inside.

One paw pressed one side of the handkerchief, and the other side was hooked with a sharp claw, holding the handkerchief around the finger.

Chu Changfeng tried his best to bandage his wound, but the result of the bandage was still horrible.

I can only do this.

Chu Changfeng raised his head and said with his eyes.

Mo Zhixing looked at his fingers and said, "Little cat, it seems that you really know something about medicine."